Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Crime,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.